Rage.

One thing that makes me rage, is being told what to do. Like I'm 10, and I can't take care of myself. If I'm not mistaken, I do just that on a regular basis. So why is it, when I'm being quiet, I have nothing to do the next day, that you get UP to tell me to GETTOBEDNOW.
Apart from the fact you're constantly telling me I need to take responsibility for me and my life, I really want to pull the "I'm almost 18. And I'm moving out in 3 weeks." card. I mean, come on, you make me hang up on the highlight of my night, beckon me from your quarters like I'm some defiant child.
First mistake, you tell me you hope I'm not going to be up this late when I go to Uni. This truly shows how little you actually know about me. I am on SUMMER BREAK. What more do you expect?? And when I have 8am starts, You obviously REALLY don't know me at all.
Second mistake, you ask if I ever leave that room, to come out for fresh air. Even if I told you I did, and I was outside regularly, I just choose to occupy the house when you're not home, it wouldn't be worth anything. Because I obviously lie to you, all the time.
Third mistake, you ask why I can't come out and talk to you. Ahh, so this is what it is. This is the real problem. You're jealous. Because I spend more time in here, and generally look a lot happier about it, than I do with you. Well guess what? They don't give me condescending looks, or patronising comments. So yeah, I do enjoy my time with my friends a lot more than I do with you. I realise I'm leaving in 3 weeks, but that works both ways, you know. I took particular intrigue in the way that you're taking a week off before I leave, so you can "Spend some time with me." I've been off for 3 months almost. And it's not like you haven't had a day off yet. Just because you choose to spend it with others, because hell, it's your FREE TIME, guess what? I do too. Because this is MY free time. And I'd appreciate it if you'd let me choose how I spend it.
The last time you did it, was New Years Eve, at 5:30am. And me and him had planned to watch the last sunrise of 2008. Well, that plan went to shit, didn't it? You know what I felt like saying to you, last night, when you told me that I was going to give going to bed late a rest for a little while?
"Fine. Come here, take all of my technology away. You can't MAKE me go to sleep. I can sit in bed, wide awake, and still defy you. I can also go to my other parent's, who frankly doesn't care what time I'm up to on a night, seeing as I'm doing, you know, nothing tomorrow. And not be hassled about it. You can't stop me."

It's not like I'm taking drugs, it's not like I'm going around as if I'm looking to situate myself with child, it's not like I'm an alcoholic. In fact, I turn 18 in practically a month, I've never touched drugs in my life, I'm not even having sex with ONE person, let alone multiple, and I hold my liquor better than you do. I stay up late, why? Because I'm a night owl. I feel awake on a night, it's when I can think straight. It's when you're not around. It's when I can relax and do things. In short. You don't want me up til 3:30 on a morning? Fine, I'll read a book until that time. Why? Because you make me want to be defiant. What can you do? Sweet fuck all.

To quote him:
"I now understand why you have a countdown."

Incidentally, it's 3 weeks tomorrow.

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